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Post by Shan on Sept 6, 2006 19:18:32 GMT
Oh, and I did just read your thread in the computer section. I wasn't quite sure what kind of game you wanted to try to create so I asked some questions. ;D
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Post by riverman on Sept 6, 2006 22:13:00 GMT
Wow... Fille, catch up. ;D Mobbie; I had not realized that your poem was translated.  I know what you mean not being able to use the word you'd want to; English is not my first language either. Translating feelings and ideas into words is already tricky in itself... Have you ever tried to write one directly in English? Riverman; Knowing your thoughts, inspiration for your poems adds a great dimension to their understanding, thanks. Your poems remind me of those of the symbolists (sorry, my literature culture is mostly French) by the way your subject is evasive, calls for images and can be taken under different angles. That about the Government to condemn a piece of land if they think a store or apartment building will generate more taxes... I'm not familiar with that, but it sounds disturbing to me.  Hey Lafille, well I'll take the reminder of symbolism as a compliment,ty. I read up on it courtesy of your link. I must say , I very much see what you mean in regards to the kind of vagary my writing seems to share with that style. I've been thinking lately about trying to incorporate more actual imagry into what I write......I'll try anyway , not sure how that will go . usually I find the words to be what fascinates me . Thanks again for that link , I never knew much about that style. |
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Post by mobbie on Sept 6, 2006 23:07:08 GMT
Wow... Fille, catch up. ;D Mobbie; I had not realized that your poem was translated. I know what you mean not being able to use the word you'd want to; English is not my first language either. Translating feelings and ideas into words is already tricky in itself... Have you ever tried to write one directly in English? Yes LaFille, I have, but it's still a bit lacking, since my English isn't as good as I'd want it to be...  I have to learn more... Words really... I need to have a wider vocabulary, with more words to use, otherwise my poems (in English) will never get as good as I really want them to... But I'm CURRENTLY working on improving my English, don't worry |
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Post by LaFille on Sept 7, 2006 4:31:33 GMT
Hey Lafille, well I'll take the reminder of symbolism as a compliment,ty. I read up on it courtesy of your link. I must say , I very much see what you mean in regards to the kind of vagary my writing seems to share with that style. I've been thinking lately about trying to incorporate more actual imagry into what I write......I'll try anyway , not sure how that will go . usually I find the words to be what fascinates me . Thanks again for that link , I never knew much about that style. Sure, it was ment as such. I'm pleased if the link could be of some insight to you. I look forward seeing how it goes for you to incorporate more imagery in your writings... It's not easy to do, it seems; or at least to me, in any media. Pictures & images talk to me a lot, but when it's time to produce/translate them, it's the other way around. I think I'm a better receptor than emittor. ;D Yes LaFille, I have, but it's still a bit lacking, since my English isn't as good as I'd want it to be... I have to learn more... Words really... I need to have a wider vocabulary, with more words to use, otherwise my poems (in English) will never get as good as I really want them to... But I'm CURRENTLY working on improving my English, don't worry Hehe, indeed, you're in a good place too. ;D Your English is already very good though. And with the immersion you'll do, it won't be too long before you get very fluent with English. I look forward to your works as well. It's great to see the evolution. |
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Post by mobbie on Sept 7, 2006 15:22:55 GMT
Thank you LaFille.. Thank you very much I'm sure that, just by being here, I'll get more and more used to it all ;D |
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Post by riverman on Sept 18, 2006 23:22:41 GMT
A Neil Young song that I like.
"Words (Between The Lines Of Age)"
Someone and someone
were down by the pond
Looking for something
to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they
were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping
this water will boil
When I look through the windows
and out on the road
They're bringing me presents
and saying hello.
Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman
selling you cars,
Washing your windows
and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind
was my own in a dream
What would you wonder
and how would it seem?
Living in castles
a bit at a time
The King started laughing
and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.
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Post by peterh on Aug 7, 2007 23:21:17 GMT
Here's a poem I enjoy.
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
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Post by janggut on Aug 8, 2007 2:21:29 GMT
great one, Pete! |
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Post by Shan on Aug 17, 2007 19:38:29 GMT
great poem peter. thank you for sharing it.
i like kipling alot, but i don't remember ever having read that one before.
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Post by grape on Sept 20, 2007 4:51:34 GMT
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
--
I have always liked this one by William Carlos Williams.
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Post by Shan on Sept 20, 2007 22:36:33 GMT
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. -- I have always liked this one by William Carlos Williams. i had never seen that one before grape. i like it. if a person can open their mind and let their feelings go with it, the poem really has a lot to say. very good. do you like alot of his works? i hope you will post some more of your favorites or just more that you like. (by any poet) |
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Post by grape on Sept 22, 2007 1:59:36 GMT
I don't know any other poems by WCW... I only read that one in a little collection when I was starting high school. You will have seen this one before, I'm sure: Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
— Frost Here is another I like: Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
— ee cummings And another, which long ago made me decide to plant a field of daffodils somewhere on my property when I buy a place of my own: I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
— Wordsworth |
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Post by Galadriel on Oct 9, 2007 18:12:13 GMT
@ Grape
Not joking, but I never saw a poet in that skinny bald avatar of yours ;D
But you're doing great here, when are you gonna write a poem yourself? ;D
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Post by Winterfox on Oct 9, 2007 23:18:33 GMT
I'm a huge Paradise Lost fangirl. From book i:
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
Also this from Chaucer, because it's funny and bitingly satirical:
Ye archewyves, stondeth at defense,
Syn ye be strong as is a greet camaille;
Ne suffreth nat that men yow doon offense.
And sklendre wyves, fieble as in bataille,
Beth egre as is a tygre yond in ynde;
Ay clappeth as a mille, I yow consaille.
Ne dreed hem nat, doth hem no reverence,
For though thyn housbonde armed be in maille,
The arwes of thy crabbed eloquence
Shal perce his brest, and eek his aventaille.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde,
And thou shalt make hym couche as doth a quaille.
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Post by kilgoretrout on Sept 22, 2009 22:39:05 GMT
About Poems-
what can be said has been
these words grow fingers when red.
out lashing digital pangs make dread.
we mingle and mangle
wrest and we wrangle these oft too spoke words to death.
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Post by LaFille on Sept 23, 2009 15:14:40 GMT
Is this yours?
It looks cool, though I'm sure I'm missing senses and can't fully appreciate most of the English play-on-words...
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Post by kilgoretrout on Sept 24, 2009 0:58:11 GMT
yes it was a spur of the moment thing |
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Post by LaFille on Sept 24, 2009 21:52:37 GMT
Heh, I wouldn't mind having such spurs-of-the-moment too. ;D
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Post by kilgoretrout on Sept 27, 2009 23:53:15 GMT
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I know what you mean not being able to use the word you'd want to; English is not my first language either. Translating feelings and ideas into words is already tricky in itself... 
